Tom: Bm
Bm
We burnt all the skin
From the palm of my hands
D
With an old zippo lighter
And deodorant can
G D
I went to the palmist and asked her to read
G
No heart line, No sun line
D
No life line, No need.
Bm
Said all that I wanted was a quiet life
A
Not one predetermined by minuscule slices
G
Into my flesh and the broad she agreed
D
One look in my sad eyes she had to concede
Bm D
"Baby... the girdle of venus got me
G
Got me down on my knees.
G Bm D
Bm D
And baby... baby I got the death rattle and
A G
You're six months old s-shakin' me."
Bm G D
Bm
Traced my right index finger 'long the roof of every car
D
On the walk back to your house In the cold from City Arms
G
In the frost I drew a dick
Bm
For every girl that wouldn't fuck me
G
Woke early the next morning to see
D
The frost had bitten me
D Bm
My blisters black and touch cold
Bm
Like a cute stuffed toy bear's nose
A D
The kind of gift I'd give you
G
Like a less committed Van Gogh
G D G
And you, you are an angel, that's why you pray
A G
And I am an ass, and that's why I bray
D Bm
Your halo slipped to frame you
Bm
Like a photo, a porthole window
D
I see blood spill in the pure snow
A
You see sweet sauce on ice-cream cones
G D G
And you, you are an angel, that's why you pray
A G
And I am an ass, and that's why I bray
D G
If you were tomorrow, I'd be today
D
And this is the end
Riff on D here for a bit
(I'm serious, so listen)
D
Baby I got the death rattle
Bm G
And baby I got it bad
D
I've been digging my grave for quite some time
Em G
When I'm not digging up the past
D
And I chewed my only necktie
Bm G
From the metal frame of my bed
D
Where I tied your wrists together
Em G
Spent all night givin'
(Oh, you get the message)
D
Not headstone
Bm
But headboard
G
Is where I want to be mourned
D
Not headstone
Em
But headboard
G
Is where I want to be mourned
D
Not headstone
A
But headboard
G
Is where I want to be mourned
